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SONNET, 10

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SONNET, 10 To the Memory of my Mother, who died August O, BY E. WILLIAMS, THE STONEMASON. (From the Cambrian Quarterly.) Since first I mourn'd thee number'd with the desdl I've known distress in ev'ry woful form, d Throngh twice ten years-and o'er my batter'd net" With fellest rage has blown the wint'ry storm. Oh, my lost mother 1-atill I weep for thee- Safe in thy care I pass'd through feeble youth Unschool'd beside, I, tutor'd at thy knee, Caught from thy lips the sacred lore of truth. Ileav'n, in thy looks, beam'd on my tender mind, 1 ill dawn'd the Museâin thoughts by thee refin'd' *r°w kindled through my soul her purest flame'- Whilst Memory the briny tear supplies, In anguish, pointing to supernal skies, I teach my lisping babes to bless thy name!

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